#i'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth! i'm just happy this got to be released at all!

[hiraganasakura]

I'm ill over the extended RWBY V9 epilogue.. I'M ILL [POSITIVE]

#original post #i do wish we got a snippet more of branwen twin stuff but i'm just biased cus i'm obsessed with them so don't take this as a complaint lol #i'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth! i'm just happy this got to be released at all! #but like. oh gosh the extensions added sm already!!! #team jnpr/ornj is falling apart without jaune. oscar and ozpin's merge is NOT going well. tyrian and mercury are already causing trouble #vale's been totally destroyed (WHERE'S TAI???). but ppl are still trying darn it! #things suck rn but they're trying to make the most of it in whatever way they can!! and i love that!! #if this is the end of rwby then i can't be too upset. man what a sendoff #and what a relevant message to today's world: of continuing despite everything trying to tear you down. despite the cruelty the world holds #bcus hope is hard and it's ok for it to be but you have to keep going #i'm glad i got to see this #and i wonder what rwby beyond will have in store... #rwby #rwby9 #rwby9 spoilers #rwby9 epilogue

[frogchiro]

I'm literally begging for more Neighbor!Nikolai. Please share your thoughts

Sleazy Neighbour!Nik who prides himself on being quite the handyman, he can basically repair anything you like and since you unfortunately seemed to have a bad streak when it came to household commodities like your wash machine or shower, and your asshole landlord never did anything with it, Nik oh so graciously offered to repair then for you!!

You were so so happy that your neighbour offered himself to do it after watching you haul your clothes back from Simon's apartment! He was weirdly insistent on helping you out but he insisted on it being free of charge since 'he couldn't just watch a pretty girl like you in a hard situation have an even harder time', so you decided on not looking a gift horse in the mouth and take Nik up on the offer, you promised to cook or bake for him tho!

And honestly, being in your apartment, in your intimate space was like a gift in itself to Nikolai :( He got to see your space, how you decorated the old, dingy apartment with what limited budged you had and made it look like an actual home instead of the hole-in-a-wall most of the residents lived in.

And don't even worry about any payback sweet girl! Your cooking will be much appreciated but the panties he stuffed in his backpocket is payment enough for him♡

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #sleazy neighbour au #sleazy neighbour!nikolai #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai mw2 #nikolai call of duty #cod nikolai

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hi! This is my first time requesting so I'm kinda nervous.😅 may I rq headcannons where reader is getting married and they ask Ace and Duece to walk them down the aisle ( separately, but maybe you could do one where reader ask both of them to walk them down the aisle if that's ok)? Like how would they react?

Also you can choose who reader is getting married to or it can be anonymous! Love your writing btw 💕

Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade:

You will make them cry. One of them is a little more obvious than the other but you can feel the love they have for you radiating off in waves when they accept, pride swelling in their chest as they get to be the one to walk you down the aisle on your special day. Ace did have to question why you chose them rather than someone in your family but he decided not to push the subject, having at least some sense not to step on a potential landmine (and with Deuce glaring at him, he realized he should have some chivalry if even Deuce could realize when to not say something stupid).

Ace Trappola:

Ace seemed to think you were punking him when you asked, eyebrow raised as he wondered what you got out of joking with him like that. When you double down that you’re serious, seeming almost hurt that he might deny your request because of a misunderstanding, he backpedaled a little just to figure out what his real thoughts were. He might need a minute to think about it because, as you could suspect, it was an important position in a wedding and he was still in awe that you considered him important enough to be the one to do it. He wanted to know why you chose him over anyone else but he decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, glad he got to be part of your special day on a deeper level.

Deuce Spade:

Deuce couldn’t help but light up when you asked him, tears briefly gathering in the corners of his eyes before they’re wiped away by an excited grin. Did he have to practice with you? Just to make sure he walked at the right pace, and that he wouldn’t step on your outfit or accidentally knock you out of the aisle therefore ruining the wedding altogether? He’s as nervous as he is happy, glad that he meant enough to you that you wanted him to have a part in your wedding. He was more than honored to walk you down the aisle but he was stressed about getting everything right, and up until he handed you off to your partner at the altar, you could tell he was as serious and focused as he could be.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Deuce Spade #Ace Trappola

[ailithnight]

Care to elaborate on 'Caught and Content'?

So, as I said in the post, Caught and Content is not really an active WIP. So I don't have any snippets to share from it. It's really just a vibes and 'as the mood hits' kinda thing.

That said, there are some things I've settled on for it I'm happy to share. So here's what I've got for you: Danny is not going to understand that the League genuinely just wants to help him for a long, long time. He's going to keep thinking around the truth, trying to rationalize and reconcile these heroes behavior with how he understands things are supposed to go now. That is, when he bothers to question anything it all.

They take him back to the first room with the big window? Well, Superman did just break the table in the other room. Maybe this table is built to withstand super strength in case Superman loses control again.

They switch the dampeners for ones he can use his hands with? What do that want him to use his hands for?

They put food on the table? Huh, must be lunch time.

Oh, it's for him? Is it... poisoned? Is there blood blossoms in it? This is... a test. Should he eat it because they told him to? Or should he not because ghosts don't eat? It was always hard to tell with the GIW.

They take him to a new room, with a bed and a window and even a bathroom? Damn, these guys have cushy holding cells. Although, they probably usually expect to be holding real people. Sentient people. People with rights.

Days pass and Danny doesn't understand why he's still here. Or why they're still feeding him. Or why people keep coming by and talking at him. But he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He is content to wait here, drinking in starlight until the end.

Oh, the Ward has been disbanded? Huh. Guess the government decided the Justice League did the better job at it anyway. After all, they're the ones that have Phantom caught and contained. Bout time they stopped wasting money on those mostly incompetent idiots in white.

Over and over and over again; Danny is either to busy dissociating to ask questions, or he invents answers that fit his preconceived notions. He does not allow himself to Hope that this won't end how he assumes it will. Not until someone gets fed up and spells it out for him. Someone enough like him that he listens to them. Someone enough like him that he inherently trusts them.

And once a little birdie gives him Hope again, that's when Danny finally lets himself fall apart.

#: ) #dpxdc #dp x dc #Caught and Content #my writing

[levmada]

Omg Kane, I love your smiling Levi post so much I'm giggling every time I see it!! Speaking of which: do you have any headcanons to share with us about what / who makes Levi smile like this?

Take care 💙

thank you!! :D hmm

- it IS canon that Levi smiles whenever he sees his reflection in a clean window

- bet he smiles the same when he sees his reflection in a shiny clean sword/knife. melee weapons are one of his special interests sue me

- …Levi also smiled in the manga whenever armin was talking enthusiastically to eren and mikasa about exploring the world like they dreamed of doing as kids. maybe this was just a specific situation, but Levi strikes me as someone who smiles a little during really dark times when he notices a tiny glimmer of genuine hope. is that too serious? idk, like he wakes up from a terrible nightmare shaky with a cold sweat and finds his lover downstairs and humming while they brew tea/make some breakfast. he just smiles a little. it looks halfway pained but you’d know he was relieved and grateful if you saw it.

- he smiles easier whenever his horse Nibbles is chomping happily on apples levi feeds him or bunts his shoulder or something else cute like that.

- whenever Levi heard about trigger-action cleaning bottles. figuring out easier ways to clean is his jam. i wonder if he ever saw the invention of the electric vacuum cleaner

- whenever someone he really really cares about smiles and laughs he can crack a little half-smile sometimes that almost always goes unseen bc levi is stealth like that. especially if they’re normally pretty stoic like erwin, mike, or mikasa.

- btw he usually doesn’t possess the faculties to smile without covering his mouth or looking away btw. he gets embarrassed, and also he has crooked teeth so he doesn’t like his smile

- idc if this counts - Levi is easily EASILY ticklish and grins and giggles uncontrollably if you/his lover tickled the back of his neck fkskgkwjd. he HATES it. good return but expect payback.

- he can crack a smile when he receives a really, really thoughtful and sweet gift in private. big expensive gifts are the last thing levi likes because he feels so damn guilty about it. honestly if you got him a perfectly smooth little stone from a river that you washed, shined, and painted with blue white and grey (the wings of freedom colors), he’d treasure it foreverrr. and smile when you first place it in his hands of course.

- honestly when he thinks fondly about his mama back when he was little. it’s implied canonically that he’s a mama’s boy (when an interviewer asked isayama how levi would be if his mom lived when he was adult, he said levi would make sure she’s happy or something to that effect).

all that said, it’s just really, really hard to make levi smile because he doesn’t smile much or easily :( these are for sure tho. if anyone has any hcs feel free to pls add on :D

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman headcanons #levi ackerman hc #levi heichou #levi headcanons #aot levi #snk levi #aot headcanons #captain levi #snk headcanons #levi ackerman fluff

[911onabc]

fuck it friday!!

tagged by: @wikiangela @heartbeatdiaz @panbuckley @barbiediaz

it's not even friday here for another 25 minutes but i don't care i'm posting this anyways. this is from divorce lawyer buck au and it is eddie being the GRUMPIEST EDDIE HAS EVER BEEN. like the version of eddie that exists in this fic is the grumpiest little version of him. i am obsessed with grumpy angsty eddie honestly <3

“Your girlfriend’s lawyer brother is ridiculous.” Eddie said as soon as Chimney opened the door to the locker room. “Ridiculous?” Chimney asked, setting his duffle bag down on the bench and looking at Eddie with tight lips. “He’s been going on about this since he got here,” Hen sighed. “I don’t think he liked your guy, Chim.” “He didn’t like my guy?” Chim tilted his head at Hen, then looked back over at Eddie. “What’s wrong with Buck?” “Listen, I don’t like lawyers,” Eddie said, flailing his hands around as he spoke. “I already knew I don’t like lawyers. One of my uncles is a lawyer, and he’s the member of the family you don’t want to get stuck next to at Thanksgiving dinner. Thinks he’s better than the rest of us because he went to Yale. And is simultaneously the most boring person you will ever meet.” “And Buck’s not like that at all,” Chimney rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome.” “No,” Eddie snapped his head over to Chimney, pointing at him with childish glare in his eyes. “Buck is much worse. There is something seriously wrong with that guy.” “With Buck?” Chimney asked, again. He didn’t appear to be grasping the issue. “You know, I think he’s smarter than he seems.” “It’s not his intelligence I have a problem with. It’s that nobody should be that happy about divorce. He’s like their number one fan. Divorces. You have to be a total freak to like divorces.” “Eddie,” Chimney groaned. “You spent what? Half an hour with the guy? Maybe give him a chance before you declare him a total freak.” “It was a terrible half hour,” Eddie countered. “Probably closer to a terrible forty-five minutes.” “Didn’t you say he was doing this basically for free?” Hen butt in, frowning at Eddie. “Well, yeah, but—“ “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Diaz.” Hen sighed. “You’re getting free legal counsel from someone who seems happy to help. That’s not something to complain about just ‘cause you think the guy is strange.” “I’m allowed to complain,” Eddie pouted. “I’m getting divorced. Apparently. I didn’t even want to get divorced.” “Well, did you really want to keep being married?” Hen looked at Eddie with wide, concerned eyes that made Eddie want to melt into the floor.  “I don’t want to need a lawyer.” Eddie said, ignoring the question and looking into his locker instead of anywhere near his colleagues’ faces.  “Mmhm.”  “I hate lawyers,” Eddie said, slamming his locker door shut. “I hate lawyers and I hate needing a lawyer and I don’t want to have to see your girlfriend’s weird brother ever again.” “Yeah,” Chimney grimaced. “Uh, I think we’ve covered that already.” “I’m allowed to complain.” Eddie snapped, looking back at Hen and Chimney to see two very unimpressed faces. Instead of replying, the two of them made eyes at each other–an act that Eddie found incredibly frustrating on the best of days. It wasn’t always easy when two of your closest friends and colleagues had a bond impenetrable by any other human being. And you were standing there on the outskirts. Eddie didn’t feel like talking to them anymore. So, he made his way towards the locker room door with a semblance of hope that he could get a moment of peace before Bobby called everyone for a morning meeting.  As the door shut behind him, Eddie could hear one of the other guys who had been quietly and politely pretending not to hear their very loud conversation begin to ask what Eddie’s deal was.  Fine.  They could talk all they wanted. It wasn’t like his life could get much worse. 

tagging: @rogerzsteven @butchdiaz @bucks118 @monsterrae1 @alyxmastershipper @shortsighted-owl @prince-buck-diaz @folk-fae @useramor @roy-kents @heartshapedvows @king-buckley @buddierights @honestlydarkprincess @lover-of-mine @housewifebuck @hippolotamus @transbuck @transboybuckley @diazass @chimneysrebarscar @buck-coded @cowboy-buck @rewritetheending

#i tagged so many people sorry (i'm not sorry) #divorce lawyer buck au #fuck it friday #writing tag

[shootingmorningstar]

I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Angel Dust. I haven't seen anyone make these before so this is an original idea. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as smut or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

I absolutely can ~ .ᐟ By drag I assume you mean a drag queen, let me know if I misunderstood .ᐣ

I'm not too experienced in writing for Angel Dust so I wanted to do something a little less pressure to start him off, I hope a ficlet is alright .ᐣ This prompt got away from me a little and ended up being tooth rottingly sweet, haha.

total wc ; 1.1k

DRAG ANGEL DUST X MALE READER.

Hearing Valentino had temporarily shifted Angel Dust's line of work had been surprising to say the very least -- the change was not an unwelcome one in the slightest, but with just how sought after your boyfriend was in the porn industry, anything that appeared like it might be a potential financial loss for the Overlord seemed vastly out of character.

Still, never a sinner to look a gift horse in the mouth, the news he had brought home with him after a day of particularly rough shoots had been one to be celebrated. Being contracted under Val would never be easy, sure, but this sounded like a step up from being used and abused, thrown around as if he was a doll and subjected to the moth's inhumane treatment, right? Angel's first show would be in just a few days from now and you had been thrilled.

Gathering you and Angel's closest friends hadn't proved hard -- all you'd had to do was swing open the doors to his home, the Hazbin Hotel. It had been through Angel Dust you had met the people gathered in the lobby, true, but they had managed to become your family as well. Seeing the person you loved most changing himself to be better had filled you with pride, the feeling warming you right down to your very soul, and although he had done most of the work needed to improve, the person to spark that change was none other than the Princess of Hell herself -- the exact same Princess who grabs your hands and squeals excitedly as you break the news to her.

A proper celebration is planned in what seems like no time at all -- the plans, while initially your idea, quickly slip through your fingers, Charlie's enthusiasm leading her to take the reigns before she'd even realized what she'd done.

Largely courtesy of Alastor and Lucifer, the hotel soon became filled to the brim with banners, balloons, brilliant lights and thanks to Husk, free flowing booze. Each and every part of the decor is something you're sure Angel will adore, and seeing the way he strolls through the doors, the scowl on his face quickly replaced with that of awe, your assumptions are proved correct. Rushing to his side, a quick murmur of ❛ congratulations, love ❜ is spoken softly into his ear as each and every one of his arms come around you, crushing you to him. Charlie's second to approach, an outfit so flashy in hand it had Velvette written all over it.

❛ We're so happy about your promotion, Angel! ❜ She chimes, a stray tear having built itself into the corner of her eyes. Waiting until he's pulled back from his hug to offer her gift forward, the dress coming alongside an explanation. ❛ We thought you could get some practice in with us before having to go on stage! Now go, take him, ❜ she says, shoving you towards a makeshift dressing room, ❛ and go get ready for your party! No excuses, mister! ❜

Thrilled to go along with what Charlie had said, you take his intended outfit for the night in one hand and Angel's hand in the other, ushering him to follow alongside you. It's not until the pair of you are alone for the first time this evening that he speaks up again. ❛Were you th'one who planned this whole thing, doll? ❜ And with your nod, a look of gratitude glazes over his eyes, his expression offering his silent thanks as he grips your hand just that little bit tighter.

It's not hard to tell that Angel's still unused to receiving acts of kindness. His reaction only serves to endear him to you further, however, and you show him just that by pressing a kiss onto his forehead.

Undressing him from the outfit today's shoot required was a quiet affair, affection laced through your movements as you remove his suit button by button, shifting your focus only when you're done with that to the other accessories he adorns -- his bowtie falling first, followed by his gloves and finishing with his boots. The dress Charlie had selected was nothing short of stunning, an entirely crimson red bodice laced with intricate black detailing, long sleeves stopping only at his hands and a trail touching the floor below both from the arms and towards the bottom, leaving only a sense of mystery where his long legs usually stand proudly on display. You assist him in stepping into the ensemble, your touch delicate as you raise the zipper so as to not catch any of his silky fur in its teeth.

Standing back to admire your work thus far, you brush your fingers against his cheek, palm cradling the side of his face for just a moment before pulling away. ❛ You look exquisite. Sit, please? I've already got your makeup ready, love. ❜

Not wanting to keep the star of tonight's show away for too long, you do your best to speed along the process without tarnishing his beauty -- by the time you're finished, eyeshadow and lipstick alike to match his dress in the most stunning shade of cardinal accentuate the femininity of his facial features, the look truly only complete when you've applied his lashes. Offering your hand once more, you assist your boyfriend to his feet, guiding him to the mirror and encouraging him to finally take in his appearance, to see the results of the love you'd poured into his look.

From head to toe, he looks absolutely stunning. There was no lack of faith from him that he wouldn't -- he knows his looks, prides himself on them, but the emotional little huff that slips past his lips betrays just how he'd really felt. There's a world of difference between how he appears when dolled up by Valentino's employees not paid enough to care how he's feeling and you in contrast, every touch filled with your affections. ❛ C'mon, they're waiting on us. This is all for you, Angel. Every single person out there adores you, just like I do. ❜

You hadn't had it in you to release your hold on his and, and intending to use that very grasp to pull him back towards the lobby, you're surprised when it's him instead pulling you back, bringing you close and stealing a kiss. Gratified by the affection he'd managed to nab from you, he takes charge. His life doesn't often give him the opportunity to be in control, so he cherishes it now, leading you back to take center stage around the sinners who he cares about most.

And there we are .ᐟ As always, hearing what you guys have to say about my work means the world and keeps me writing .ᐟ If you like what you read, consider leaving me a like or a comment .ᐣ I'd really appreciate it. Till next time ~ .ᐟ

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin angel #angel dust x reader #male reader #angel x reader #hazbin x reader #draq queen angel dust #admin kitty

[cherrydreamer]

After Starcourt and the whole holding off a meat monster thing, Billy's hands are too messed up to drive. Too shaky. Too prone to random flares of red-hot pain or ice-cold numbness to make it safe for him to be in charge of any kind of heavy machinery which, apparently, includes Susan's shitty hatchback.

So Steve offers him a ride to and from his physical therapy sessions.

Billy suspects that Max was the one who sorted out the arrangement, can't imagine King Steve offering his chauffeur services out of the goodness of his heart, especially not at eight in the fucking morning. But hey, the public transport in Hawkins sucks ass, so he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. And while the first ride is awkward- full of stilted conversations that peter out into uncomfortable silences- the second one isn't quite so bad. The third is almost pleasant, and by the fifth they've got a heated game of license plate spotting going. The sixth has them both singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody, Steve's attempts at the falsetto being the first thing to make Billy laugh in months. The seventh has Billy brandishing a tape of A Night at the Opera and insisting on a repeat performance, then regretting it when Steve keeps on replaying I'm in Love With My Car over and over again instead.

And from then on, it's good. Fun. Easy. A hell of a lot better than taking the bus.

Which is why Billy doesn't say anything when he gets cleared to drive. Because it's not like he has his own car any more so, really, it makes sense to keep shtum. That's what he tells himself, anyway, as he tries not to think about the fact that the half hour he gets in the car with Steve is easily the best part of his day. Hell, it's the best part of his entire week.

He doesn't know that Steve overheard Doc Owens giving Billy the all-clear weeks ago. Because Steve doesn't bring it up either. But he does start taking the scenic route home, with some hastily muttered excuse about the shitty traffic signals on Kerley.

And it works. For a bit. Billy gets an extended pocket of happiness. Steve warbles his way through the Queen back catalogue. Billy holds his tongue through I Was Born to Love You. It works.

But eventually there comes a point when Billy's discharged from hospital completely, when, right at the end of his session, the doctors inform him that there's nothing more they can really do for him. When, apparently, his broken body and messed up mind are considered good enough. And that's when he has to bite the damn bullet and swallow the bitter taste in his mouth, the reminder that Billy Hargrove never gets to keep a good thing for long, and tell Steve that he's got his Wednesday mornings back to himself now.

He holds it all in until they're back at Cherry Lane. Forgets about it, just for an hour, and lets himself have one more ride. One more easy conversation. One more bubble of laughing, smiling happiness.

And then he lets it all pop.

"So the good ol' doc says that was my last poke 'n prod visit. Looks like this is as good as it gets. So, yeah, you're a free man, Harrington. No more taxi service. Thanks, uh, thanks for...y'know. The help."

And Steve nods and he smiles. Warm and bright and genuine when he tells Billy that he's welcome. And then he makes some joke that Billy isn't listening to before driving away with little more a dorky little salute wave and his usual, "See you around, Hargrove."

And Billy doubts that. He doubts it very much.

But he does see Steve. Because Steve comes back. The next week, Wednesday morning, just like clockwork, Billy hears the familiar pip of a horn and he shuffles out of bed and pulls back the curtains and there he is, like he always has been. Harrington. Steve. Smiling. Waving. Waiting.

And Billy has to swallow that bitter pill again, but first he has to hold it in his mouth while he pulls on some pants and walks barefoot towards the Beemer and then he has to try not to let the bitterness colour his tone when he leans through the open passenger's side window and says, "Thought I told you, Stevie, I don't need a ride anymore."

And Billy knows it must just be a trick of the light, but he's pretty sure Steve's cheeks flush. Just for a second, he could've sworn that Steve looked sheepish. And he's pretty damn sure he must be dreaming when Steve smiles at him, soft and fond but a little nervous and says,

"I know, but...you still need breakfast, right? Cause, if you want? There's a diner, does this pancake platter thing with, like..."

But Billy's not really listening. Because there's a tape sitting on the passenger seat. Queen, again, but this one's brand new and still wrapped in shiny cellophane. Ready and waiting.

A Kind of Magic

Fitting. Billy thinks.

#harringrove #cherrywrites #does anyone just want some good ol' post s3 softness today? #also i know i know I have been AWOL #i am here and i am still bone deep in love with this fandom #i am just...dealing. started a new therapy thing a few weeks ago and man it has been rough #but it's getting lighter i think #i'll be up to actually interacting a bit more soon #so. yeah

[a-driftamongopenstars]

a taste for danger; astarion x mc

so I just got to the first scene with Astarion, you know, that one, and uh, I was a little blown away by it. so I wrote a ficlet with my oc wanting another go 👀 also this is my very first playthrough of the game, so I don't know anything lol! fic features my oc Gleam, a tiefling wild magic barbarian, he/they :> also on ao3

They cannot help but wonder if it is an affliction, but the thought of Astarion's fangs once again piercing their neck is… invigorating. 

Gleam is no stranger to the reckless and dangerous. They live by that creed, try it at least once, and if it doesn't work out - rage and break your way out of it. 

But having been once tempted, it is hard to think of other things. Their mind wanders, their fingertips brushing the two puncture wounds that rise in torn bumps on their neck. Their hands remember the silken softness of Astarion's hair, pulling him back when his thirst has grown with every swallow. 

They should be cautious. But even if Astarion prefers animals as his feed, this is a different kind of need. 

So, they invite Astarion to feed again. 

They settle a way away from the camp, where tree branches lower to shade them from the view, only soft moonlight falls through the leaves. Their companions seem to have long gone to sleep, and the camp is quiet. 

Astarion watches a stray leaf fall from the tree, then turning his gaze to Gleam. 

"Are you quite sure about this, then?" 

"Quite sure."

"Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but why such generosity? I'm a little unaccustomed to it." 

Gleam smiles hesitantly. 

"You said it helps you feel stronger, and we need you at your best." 

"I'm touched by your thinking of me," Astarion purrs. "But it can't be that. Not even you are as self-sacrificing as you think, my dear, despite your countless attempts to save every kitten that meowls from the trees." 

Gleam laughs at such a notion. They do like to help, it is almost in their nature. 

"Well, well, I shall not pry any longer." 

Astarion's fingers delicately turn Gleam's jaw, his lips touch against it, a strangely soothing sensation, but one that is only on the brink of what they both really want. Gleam feels the warmth breath on their neck, the sharp teeth, terribly sharp and painful if but for a moment, until a pleasant warm bliss spreads through them. Is that what a prey feels when a snake releases its toxin? 

They savour the sensation. Astarion's hunger makes itself known, and they hold onto a single string of dignity and sobriety to tug on, should Astarion lose himself again. 

And secretly Gleam wants Astarion to do just that. To go further, deeper, lull them into a false sense of safety, only to take more. A need to walk that fine edge between mortal danger and burning want. 

Foolish thoughts that don't come from the head, but quite the contrary. 

"Enough," Gleam gasps quietly, pulling Astarion away by the hair, forcing their grip to hold him only near enough. That shine in Astarion's eyes, lively, lovely, and the slick remains of blood on his lips that dries quickly into dull red. 

"Well, aren't you a curious one," Astarion mutters, not looking away. "You play a dangerous game, you know?" 

"Well aware." 

The vampire chuckles. 

"A taste for danger, then? Oh I like it. Until we meet again?" 

Cheeky bastard. Gleam pulls at his hair again, making Astarion gasp quietly. The blissful smile on his lips is worth repeating that. 

And the happy euphoric spark between them, only growing, is worth it too. 

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion x mc #astarion x tav #astarion #gleam #fanfiction #driftcreates #baldurs gate 3 spoilers

[thr-333]

Fhhjjfhj the urge to gently wrap Donnie in a weighted blanket and give him all the love and support has increased after that last post *happy stimming*

It genuinely makes me wonder how Leo Jr feels when he witnesses how Donnie is treated by his brothers and Splinter (that rat has not earned "dad" privileges >:Y ). Whether unintentionally or not, the guy is seemingly the "black sheep" of the family...no one seems to try and disprove that fact either. Can't imagine Dontron's got the best opinion of himself due to that.

This makes me wonder if Donnie would be thrown off and/or wary of someone wanting to be around him at all. Especially if Leo Jr doesn't bat an eye at his "quirks" (not entirely sure if I got the vibes right, but with the information available I'm suspecting that ableism is occurring to a certain degree. Correct me if I'm wrong tho!) I'm just a fan of the scenario where Leo's "twin senses" goes off whenever Donnie pauses and stares at him with a lost expression that holds such vulnerability due to how he's being treated normally.

(I'm personally excited about everything you have planned for the disaster twins, like- those two are my bois. So feel free to all the thoughts ^^ )

Donnie and Junior will definitely have a rough time of it to start. Donnie's not at all fond of strangers and is the only one willing to look the gift horse in the mouth when it comes to their long lost brother.

And yeah I'd say there is a degree of ableism more out of ignorance than anything else. I definitely have more comics to draw for these two but in the meantime have one of my favorite panels. The two of them hanging out under a desk which is what I always do when I'm overwhelmed.

#leo junior au #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt

[stannyramirez]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐯𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

“Nope-nope-nope-nope-nope. You need to leave right now. Take your carriage and fire and dead horse, and go back to the underworld.” “We broke up! Period!” “Wait, wait, wait, wait. NAME, hang on. I'm a changed man, okay? I've got a life coach.” “Back off, demon!” “Never go with a predator to a second location.” “Look, I can see you're mad. You think I'm a total jerk. I get it. But I have changed.” “Why didn't you tell me I'm dead?” “Why don't you just stay here, where it's always fun? Like... guaranteed.” “I just gotta stop using magic on my face.” “I'm so excited to be covered in blood with you.” “Ugh! That's the wrong piece of music! This is gonna drive me crazy. Alright, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back.” “Let's get out of here. This place is the worst.” “No! You! You're infuriating!” “I know you're trying to look out for me, but you have to let me figure things out on my own. I don't need a hero. I need a friend.” “You're right. I should've trusted you. I'm sorry I ruined your night.” “I wallpapered my locker with pictures of you.” “You're right. I wouldn't invite me either.” “Let me sing you some birthday tunes with my mouth sounds.” “Something tells me we were not invited to this party.” “You do that, homie. I'ma get this party started!” “Ugh! This party is a disaster.” “It's hard work making everybody happy.” “That's a particularly stupid plan.” “How could I have been so stupid?” “I'm sorry you had a bad day, but what does that have to do with right now?” “I guess I'm just not cool enough for a guy with a record.” “I've never seen this dude in my life.” “So this is what it's like to be bored to death.” “You put so much thought into this. Gifts are such a great way to show how much you really care about someone. I didn't think it was possible to love you more than I do right now.” “Best anniversary ever, best anniversary ever! Best anniversary ever, best anniversary ever!” “Come on, my dear. Let me capture your beauty-ness on this magnificent adventure.” “Every once in a while, I need to sneak away and fight monsters. It keeps me sane.” “I didn't see you and you didn't see me. But just this once.” “After a victory like this, there's only one thing to do: get Chinese food!” “These are fortune cookies. They can magically predict the future.” “You're a weird girl.” “Eh, previous job experience? Nope. No one's ever been dumb enough to hire me.”

“Weaknesses? I don't have any.” “You make absolutely no sense! Go away!” “Oh, wise and powerful cookies, bestow your sugary prophecies upon me.” “Blindly following these fortune cookies is the best decision I've ever made.” “Guess I'm doomed, huh? Be honest. I can handle it.” “Sorry. It's not the will of the cookie.” “This is really hard to say, but if this is gonna go any further, I want our relationship to have a foundation of honesty.” “Sorry. I should've listened to you. Obviously you know better than a dessert.” “This isn't about learning! This is about love.” “This is definitely one of the weirder places we've been to.” “I can't believe we're actually doing this!” “Oh, he's so cute! I just want to gobble him up!” “More than just "Hello"? Too risky. I may say something dumb. That's why I let the kitten pics do the talking for me.” “I used to think that, but now I'm fifty and all my dreams are in the rear view mirror. The best thing of my life is teaching you, and I hate teaching you.” “I was born to lead. Literally.” “When you give people the freedom to do whatever they want, they might just surprise you.” “Being a leader is easy. Just say yes all the time.” “Please, stop where you are and ask yourself: Is this something you really want to do...” “I really didn't think this through!” “They're not lost, we just don't know where they are.” “Ugh, you're even bad at getting fired!” “Monsters are the bad guys.” “I don't have to be bad. In fact, I've always secretly wanted to be good.” “Actually, that's 100% wrong and you want to do the opposite. Now say you're sorry.” “Yeah. You should just give up.” “Uh, the next time you get the urge to punch somebody, just imagine how it would feel if it happened to you.” “Okay, that was my fault. I assumed you knew this, but... you can't eat children.” “Yeah, you know how the news sensationalizes things. I still believe you can be good.” “The key to being good is ‘do unto others as you'd have them do to you’.” “How could you do this?! I was trying to help you!” “Sometimes there's a sense of satisfaction in doing things yourself.” “Either rise up and conquer, or wither here and die!” “I want you to use that time to think about what you've done!”

#sentence meme #rp meme #inbox meme #ask meme #vvmeme #star vs. the forces of evil

[roryintheir90s]

i just was thinking...

winter. jimmy was preparing christmas gifts for ALL of his friends depends on what they like and wanted. grian, joel and lizzie was out of town for mouth, so they'll get theirs later.

jimmy wanted to spend christmas with someone, but everyone was so busy like bees...

"that's okay, don't worry! here, it's for you!"

he spent all day alone and no one even sent him a message. it's fine, they were busy! the only one who messaged him was scott and it was accidentally because the guy was drunk and sent it to wrong person.

"that's fine, they have a hangover now, they'll text me... maybe? ...please? "

he spent like an half of day lonely and sad. he really wanted to be happy... he went to the store to buy a lot of sweets, and met the group of guys. oh yeah, at least someone is happy.

jimmy left with a large bag full of sweet things, but the one of the guys caught up with him.

"hey... you look very upset, is everything okay?"

"uh... yeah? why it shouldn't be?"

"you're looking like abandoned kitten and bought almost all of candies in the store"

"that's okay, my friends just didn't gifted me anything, while i was trying my best for them. that's fine. the only message i've got was from my ex and it wasn't meant for me. i'm alright" he was almost crying and laughing at the same time. jimmy saw that pity for him "oh my god, im so sorry..."

the guy lowered his head, signed with pain.

"my partner broke up with me on christmas eve. i guess this christmas was terrible for us too" he ended up with a smile "my name is tango. i know it's a little bit embarrassing, but what do you think about some new mate christmas tea party?"

his smile is so contagious, it's impossible not to smile back. jimmy accept that and they went to his house. no thoughts that it could be killer or something, head empty.

"i know we've only known each other for about a couple of hours, but i think... i want to give it to you. you deserve it, jimmy"

small box appeared in front of him, some with not perfect tied ribbon and silly smily face. it's so cute... but does he really deserves something?

"it was a gift for your partner? i think i can't take that... it's their."

"oh, come on, this guy broke up with me and threw at me all the gifts that i gave him. im sure he would do the same for this. and i'm as a giver, I want this thing to be yours"

jimmy already wanted to cry. poor guy, his ex partner seems to be not so good... he opened the box and his heart starts to beat faster. it was cute cow carved from wood. so beautiful...

"oh my god... i love cows... what's her name is?"

"sparkle, my little girl... now she's yours! i can make you more, if you want to!"

"an entire cow family...!"

"or maybe chickens?"

"or horses!"

"yep, everything you want to, buddy!"

maybe christmas was terrible, but jimmy made a new friend. grian and joel will have to listen about tango for weeks now

- 🔥 (i just wrote something on english, oh my oh my)

Dude.

I need this to be like at least 5 chapter long fanfiction.

I love the idea so much

#🔥anon #any askers???

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 23

Everyone in the courtroom gasped with shock. "Wait what?" The Butcher and Mrs. Botsford said simultaneously in utter surprise. "Y..yes. Well I looked over the evidence again and there are a lot of..inconsistencies, uh..contaminated evidence, problems with witness statements." Judge Homesfield justified, all the while twiddling his thumbs under his desk. He then looked more composed. "The point is I looked over the evidence and it appears The Butcher should be let go. I'm sorry for wasting the jurors and everyone else's time with this trial. Butcher you may leave." Judge Randall Homesfield banged his gavel which made his proclamation final for those in attendance. The Butcher just blinked in surprise at the judge. "So your letting me go now, no charges." The Butcher stated. Judge Homesfield nodded. "That's correct. You may leave." "WOOHOO!" The Butcher exclaimed in excitement as he stood and pumped his fists into the air. "Thanks judge. I'm free! See you around Mrs. Botsford. I'm a free man!" The Butcher cheered as he elatedly walked out of the courtroom and into the city streets. He didn't take noticed of the shocked looks everyone was giving him. The Butcher was happy for this stroke of luck and was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He didn't fully understand that phrase but knew it meant if something good happens to you, just embrace it. Back in the courtroom, Sally Botsford finally snapped out of her stunned shock. She turned to Judge Homesfield with a look of confusion and outrage. "What in the world was all of that about Judge Randall Homesfield? All of the evidence that was collected at the bank clearly proves The Butcher was responsible for the bank heist a few days back. The evidence was strong and flawless, this should have been and open and shut case that would punish The Butcher for his crimes." Randall ignored Sally's statement indiscreetly picked up the vanilla envelope and stuffed it's contents back inside. He then got up from his chair. "I'm sorry Mrs. Botsford but you were given flawed evidence. The Butcher is freed from his alleged criminal actions at the bank. That is my final say so please drop this topic. Now if you excuse me, I plan to return to my chambers to catch up on other important matters in privacy. Good day." Judge Homesfield exclaimed in a commanding tone before turning his back to the stunned and appalled district attorney. "Wait Judge Homesfield!" Mrs. Botsford called out, but the judge had quickly retreated to the direction of his chambers before she could stop him. Judge Randall Homesfield raced quickly but with composure back to his private chambers passed his secretary Elena who had worked for him for more than 20 years. He hastily opened and entered the room before shutting the door behind him with a quiet thud. Homesfield's panicked and horrified expression returned as he pulled out the contents of the envelope once more. He shakily placed them on his desk. He stared in silence at photos of him and Elena together at what he thought were discreet and private locations where no reporter could get too. There were photos of him and Elena together having a candlelight dinner. One was where he and Elena stayed in a singular room he booked at private hotel. Another was of him kissing Elena in his own private chambers! 'How could someone get all of these photos in just a few days?' Homesfield couldn't help but wonder. His eyes then landed back onto the letter that was attached to the photos. The letter that may have costed him the biggest blunder in his career as a judge. "If you don't want your family and Fair City to see what you and your secretary do after hours, pardon The Butcher from his crime. Make up an excuse to let him go. - PT" @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #the fall of fair city #sally botsford #the butcher #judge randall homesfield #tw: adultery #tw: affairs #tw: mistress #elena the secretary is the same age as the judge #tw: scandals

[bigfan-fanfic]

I Will Always Be Yours (Male!Reader x David Nolan)

Requested by anonymous for  OMG I love the Troll/chubby reader and David AU!! Can we get a longerish fic of them falling in love? Like Troll reader is shy and introverted cause of his size, but David sweeps him off his feet.

You don't remember it, but the first time you saw him, it was on the Troll Bridge.

Your kind has always been misunderstood by the little folk. The humans claim you are monsters, but they just don't get that riddles and games are a part of your culture! Some knight who couldn't figure out the answer threw a tantrum and bad-mouthed your people until you were thought of as bloodthirsty human-eaters and they would strike at you or run in fear.

But not the Prince.

Prince Charming came to you on a day when you were just not feeling great. The nearby villagers threw rocks at you and three very mean billy goats got all gruff with you earlier that day.

"Not to be... you know, rude or anything, but... aren't you the troll that guards this bridge?" he asked, dismounting from his horse and glancing at you strangely.

You glumly sighed, head in your hands. The Prince was small compared to you, but still tall for a human.

"Is, uh... something wrong?"

"Why should you care?"

The Prince smiled softly. "Well, it is my duty as the soon-to-be king to make sure that all my subjects are happy."

"I'm a subject?" You asked, confused now.

He grinned. "I mean, technically you'd have to pay taxes to be a subject, and it's a whole thing, but basically... yes."

The prince came to you every day for the next week to talk to you and befriend you, and it felt like the first time you had seen someone smile.

Then came the curse. The first of many, but you found yourself with a new name and a new history. You were human now, a toll booth operator for the road through the forest out to the harbor. Nobody ever took this road, so it was basically you getting paid to sit in a booth alone for eight hours a day.

You would spend your days reading, being one of the only people to frequent the library in town regularly.

He was a coma patient for a long time. Mary Margaret used to volunteer at the hospital and care for him. You remember that one time you swerved to avoid a deer and got laid up with a broken leg for a week, admiring his sleeping face. You read to him from your book when no one was around, hoping he'd like the story, even if he wouldn't wake up to hear it.

You remembered that, and when he miraculously awoke, you made sure to bring him a gift.

Your job doesn't really keep you up to date on town gossip, so you're not quite aware of all the drama surrounding David Nolan. But when he comes out on a hike and sees you, he smiles and spends a little bit of time with you every week. Sometimes it's just reading in silence together. Sometimes it's talking.

He makes you feel happy. And there's a point when he begins to flirt, too.

It makes you laugh, but... you've always been a little self-conscious about your size.

But David makes you feel... desirable. He looks at you and likes what he sees, and even if that doesn't make you any less shy around him, it makes you happy.

And one day, he brings a bouquet of flowers with him to visit you, and asks if maybe he can take up a little more of your time and take you on a date.

David's a bit of a traditional fellow. Takes you to dinner, kisses you on the cheek, likes to walk you home.

In other words, he totally sweeps you off your feet. Makes you feel like a prince.

"Why me?" you ask at one point. "I mean... look at you! You could have anybody you wanted!"

He chuckles at that and kisses you. "But I don't want anybody. I want you. I like feeling like I can be myself with you. I love being able to tell you how amazing you are. I will always be yours, Y/N."

You hold him close and let him kiss the top of your head. "I love you, David."

"And I love you." He smiles, before pulling you in for a kiss filled with more love than you have ever known before.

#david nolan x male reader #david nolan x reader #ouat x reader #ouat x male reader #ouat headcanons #headcanons

[sims-half-crazy]

The next few weeks were a flurry of activity for Colleen. With her dad's help, she finalized the purchase of the property in Tinefell Bay. The units were located in what was once a nice residential community in Conifer Station. Colleen flip-flopped between excitement and worry over all the changes she was making. Bette joined her on her bed as she fed Heather one day. "I wanted to apologize for how I acted when you told us the news of your move. I should've been happy for you, and I am. Happy for you that is, but it's also such a big change. I just... I dunno... I wasn't ready for it. I know you're going to do great though. It's kind of funny now that we're out on our own that Mom and Dad are being the parents we always wished for when we were little."

"I know what you mean, but I think they got older and realized that they missed out on stuff. I guess later is better than never. I mean I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth if they want to help us out more than they did."

"True. I wouldn't either. I've got to meet Dad today for lunch. I think he's going to tell me about the trust."

"Makes sense. I'm meeting Mom at the thrift store to try and find me some nice work clothes. She was appalled that I wanted to go there. She wanted to go to Sears or Montgomery Ward's. Debra is coming over to watch Heather. I hope that goes ok. Heather does not like Debra." The sisters laughed and chatted until Debra showed up. Bette gave Colleen an extra big hug before heading out.

#Gosnoll Ancestry #ts4 decades challenge #sims4 #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #decades challenge #simerican #GA Gen 6 #Bette Gosnoll #Colleen Gosnoll #GA 1980s

[zaungwrites]

I wrote a thing

Was trying to just stretch my writing muscles after months of not. Inspired by Nora dipping back into Exy, and poked at a fic I was trying to write set at Edgar Allen. It took me a couple goes, but I'm p happy with the tone and characterisation of Link.

On the way home to and from college, Link has to walk by Castle Evermore. He holds his breath for the time it takes to move past it and is ever so careful to keep his eyes averted. Every time, he wonders why his aunt chose to live so close to the exy court when they both know of her mostly ambivalence, sometimes hatred of the game and the place. Why she chooses to work for an institution that tried its best to bleed her dry. 

Then again, he supposes she probably wonders why he would choose to study in a place that reveres a game that had equally ruined his childhood. They are a little similar that way, like to pick at cuts and press on bruises. Reminders that they remain in one piece despite everything.

"Hey! Link!"

His head jerks up and for a moment his heart is racing. He is still unused to too loud noises and his name being yelled brings memories he would rather burn to ashes. His therapist tells him he might never be rid of his body's response which seems pretty pessimistic for a therapist but what does he know. 

His eyes register that it's only Jack, one of his few friends in college, but his heart takes a little longer to catch up. Breathing slow and deep like his therapist taught him, Link summons a smile. "Hey, didn't see you there." 

Jack jogs up to him and slings an arm around his shoulder with a wide grin. Link has trained his body's reaction to stop flinching to touches but it never fails to make his freeze or fawn response flair up. He makes his smile wider and makes his mouth say, "What's up? You're looking way too happy for first day of class." 

"We won the Kariya lottery, dude. Everyone's hyped."

"The what?"

Jack lets out a theatrical sigh. "One day I'll make an exy fan out of you. Benjamin Kariya, this generation's exy jesus chose Edgar Allen as his college of choice. There was literally thousands of money betting on where he'd go. Everyone thought he'd go to the Trojans or somewhere with, you know, a fucking chance. But for some fucking reason, and like I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, he's chosen here. Everyone's going nuts."

"Oh," says Link, unsure of what else to say.

Jack doesn't notice his reticence. He's a good friend, but not the most observant. Probably why Link likes him actually, it's nice to talk to someone who thinks his fucked up maladaptive responses to things is just him being quirky.

"The whole fucking summer that's all people were talking about. News literally came out last night. Shit, it's gonna be so fucking surreal to see him around campus."

Link makes a noise that he hopes conveys agreement. The name is familiar, he probably heard about the guy in passing back when he used to care about exy. Now all he can think is this probably means exy will become more of a fucking thing than it was before. And it was a pretty big thing even with Edgar Allen regularly placing last in the division for the past five years. 

"Well," Link says with a trace of irony, "Maybe the team might become known for more than possible mobster connections."

"Hey, that was never proven." 

"Yeah, okay," Link says with a shrug. Sure, never proven. That's why his aunt got a squirelly look the one and only time Link asked her about it. Whatever, not like it's going to affect Link's life. 

He's spent two years so far avoiding exy and exy avoiding him, he just has to keep his head down and get through the next two. Then he could go be a fucked up adult somewhere else. 

Easy.

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Who wants to guess that it won't be that easy and that Benjamin might make more of an appearance in Link's life? I actually have another snippet that I'm pretty happy with that I might post later? Dunno. As always credit to Nora for creating this world.

#Exy #nora sakavic #my writing #Fucked up bois and their fucked up emotions #aftg #all for the game